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This, this is what i do when i get bored.
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Eating and reading are two pleasures that combine admirably.
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you are amazing, thank you so much for every word yuo said.
If you ever need someone to talk to, never be afraid to talk to me. Most of all, never forget what I said, because it’s all true dear.
hi, you dont know me, i follow you but im going to post this anon because i dont want anyone to know this about me. but about 2 years ago i used to cut myself. no one ever knew because i would hide it and i never told anyone, but i just read your story and i want you to know that you have inspired me. i think your a beautiful person and im glad that your happy now and i hope one day i can achieve what you have.
You are beautiful. You’re are a work of art. Every small, intricate detail of your being is this delicate fabric, like one of those rugs they import from India which cost like a bajillion dollars. You my dear, you have every piece of love and every piece of beauty inside of you, in your heart and your soul. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you aren’t worth every pearl in the sea, every warm afternoon, every smell of the ocean that you will take in during your lifetime. I love you. I don’t know you, and I may never meet you, see you, touch you, or look into your eyes, but you are worth everything, and I love you, and you are beautiful, never forget that <3
<333333 you're amazing
(: Thank you so much <333 you’re quite snazzy yourself ^_^
Trigger Warnings: Eating Disorder, Cutting, and Attempted suicide
I moved upstate from New York City when I was in Elementary School. I never adjusted to life upstate, and even until now, I wish to go back to my home, the city. I was raised differently then most people, my parents always treated me like an adult since I was a child, and we traveled a lot, did a lot of things people my age hadn’t done. When I moved upstate, this pushed me into the “odd zone”. People would snicker behind my back, bullying in it’s early stages, such as putting water on my seat. Then it turned into someone punching me in the stomach during recess. Then it turned into people constantly mocking me about my weight, about the way I looked, about everything. People found it so easy to point out the flaws I had never seen in myself. Then I entered Jr. High. An exiled outcast entering a shark pool. The bullying got worse. It got to a point where I couldn’t go down the stairs at school until I made sure no one was around, because I had been pushed so many times. Covered in bruises, and my mind filled with negative thoughts of myself, I started to turn dark. 7th grade year, I learned of the “marvelous” new way to release anger and pain. Cutting. I began to cut everywhere. My arms, my legs, my thighs, my stomach, my back, my fingers. I began to cake my face in black makeup, to cover up, which what I thought at the time, was this horrible looking monster that everyone saw. I started to drink, I started to self destruct. I wore XXL clothes that my parents threw away, and I covered what was underneath…the cuts, the bruises, the eating disorders, the depression. All of it was hidden beneath the XXL clothes and the makeup. That year, I attempted suicide twice. My 8th grade year, my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, I became angry. I got into fights at school, stopped doing my homework, stopped caring. I went so far as to even cut myself in the school bathroom during my lunch period. I attempted suicide 2 more times. This was my existence, until one summer, I stopped. I was going to do it finally, I was going to take the plunge and really go through with it, but I stopped myself…I stopped and thought…why do I care? Why does it matter what they think of me…it’s my life, and no one has the right to make me feel this way! No one has the the right to my life, because it’s mine and only mine. So now, I live happy. I don’t care what people think, do or say about me, because I love myself. I love my body, I love my dreams, my thoughts, all the things that inspire me, all the things which make me who I am. Now, I get up in the morning, and I don’t think about what people are going to say about my body, what im wearing, how I look, or what I say, because I don’t live my life for others, I live it for me (: Never let others stand in the way of your happiness, because at the end of the day, it’s your life, you’re the one living it, and you, look at you, you’re beautiful. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. No one else on this planet is like you. So don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.
“Take a ballpoint pen and paint the inside of your eyelids with the constant reminder; you don’t own me, you don’t own me!” - BTMI!
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REALISTIC LOOKING MOSH PIT PAINTINGS
Check out these paintings…looks like the real thing doesn’t it? New York based, Street Artist, Dan Witz is the genuis behind these hyper realism scenes that take you into the heart of the mosh pit.
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